Husband's Morning Pleasure: A Wake-Up Call

The morning sun, a molten gold spilling through the sheer linen curtains, painted stripes across her face as she watched him sleep. It was a beautiful sight, really, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the slow, even breaths that filled the room with a sense of profound peace. She’d always found a strange comfort in observing his slumber, a silent appreciation for the sheer vulnerability and trust he offered her. Last night, they’d shed their clothes in the sweltering heat, only a thin sheet separating them, and the shared exhaustion had led them to fall asleep holding hands, too warm to even press their bodies together. Now, the air was cool and refreshing, a welcome change from the oppressive heat, and she felt an undeniable urge to gift him a little something special.

Slowly, deliberately, she slid the cover from his body, her eyes tracing every line, every curve, every inch of his skin. The summer heat had left its mark, a lingering warmth that clung to his flesh, but she didn't mind. She loved the way his chest hair felt – soft, snuggly, like a miniature teddy bear, a sensation she’d often described to him with a playful wink. It was a silly habit, she knew, but it was one of the many things she loved about him. As she reached the base of his penis, limp but undeniably masculine, she paused, taking a deep breath before beginning her task.

Her fingers danced across its surface, starting slowly, gently, a caress designed to awaken his senses. Back and forth, up and down, she slipped her fingers around it, holding him lovingly, feeling the subtle tension build beneath her touch. He sighed softly, a small, contented murmur, but didn't stir. She increased the pressure, drawing him further in, feeling the warmth spread through his body as she did. As she moved to straddle him, she placed soft kisses around his head, parting her lips just slightly to let the moisture of her mouth dampen the tip of his member. A small moan escaped his lips, a tiny rumble of pleasure that sent a shiver down her spine.

Opening her mouth further, she began to suck gently, coaxing his body’s natural responses from him. His hips began to rock involuntarily, a slow, rhythmic pulse that grew stronger with each passing moment. The moans intensified, morphing into a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the room. Was he waking? Was he dreaming? She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, and took him fully into her mouth, holding his sack and massaging gently as she held him in her grasp.

“Mmmmmmm,” he sighed, his voice thick with pleasure, “Oh yes. Oh yes, that’s it. Oh yes, that’s wonderful. You’re so beautiful.” His eyes were still closed, but she could feel his arousal, the burgeoning heat that radiated from his core. She increased the intensity of her mouth, pulling him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his length, rubbing up and down. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating. She felt his muscles tense, his body responding to her every touch. He reached down, his hand finding her hair, stroking it gently as she shifted to face him, aligning her head with his hips. He pushed her down slightly, and she obliged, her body drawn closer, her breath hitching in her throat.

Finally, his eyes opened, and he looked down to see her taking him, her entire body sliding in and out of his mouth. His hips thrust gently into her, and she matched his need by sucking him further inside. The conflicting sensation of being partially awake and completely aroused was both thrilling and overwhelming. He tried to control his urges, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Yes, oh yes, that’s it. Oh yes, that’s wonderful,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. She continued to increase the intensity of her mouth, drawing him deeper, her fingers gripping his sack, her body moving in sync with his needs. He leaned down, grasping her arms and pulling her up to him, taking her mouth passionately in his as her soft, already very wet folds caressed his length.

He reached down and took himself, holding it at her entrance, and slowly, meticulously, she enveloped it, her muscles tightening around him as they both savored the moment. A shared silence filled the room, punctuated only by their ragged breaths. Kissing a bit longer, she sat up, gently rolling her hips while he slid his hands up her sides, taking her breasts in his palms. The roll continued, spreading to her stomach and breasts, pushing forward into his hands, then pulling away slightly before returning to their assault.

He continued to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers, but after a while, he slid his hands down her side and to her hips. He enjoyed feeling her body respond to his touch, feeling the rhythm of her breathing, the heat radiating from her skin. He reached back to her soft butt, pulling her further open, anticipating the pleasure to come. She squealed in delight as she felt him push further inside in response to her increased availability. Their breathing grew rapid and shallow, moans of pure pleasure echoing through the room. One of his hands returned to her breasts while the other sought out her most sensitive area, the sweet honey of their lovemaking already dripping down his inner leg. Wetting his fingers, he began to softly massage her nub through a fold of skin, and she gasped, arching her back to fully embrace the sensation.

It wasn’t long before she cried out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure washing through her body. She tightened around him even more, and he burst forth within her, filling her with all he had. Release coursed through their bodies in unison, and they both cried out in overwhelming pleasure. After a moment, she leaned forward to lie on his chest, still fully immersed in his warmth as the last quivers of climax continued to give them both so much pleasure. Sweat glistened on their bodies, causing a slight chill to run down her back, and her shivers intensified the pleasure he experienced. He kissed her forehead softly and ran his hands up and down her back as she nestled to his chest, wrapping her body around his.

“Good morning, beloved,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. As she looked down at him, she noticed that her arousal was still high, her body continuing to tremble with pleasure. She reached down and gently took her own member, bringing it back to her entrance. Her muscles tensed, anticipating the next wave of pleasure, and he responded by sliding his hands up her sides, taking her breasts in his palms again. The pleasure continued, escalating with each passing moment, their bodies locked in a passionate embrace. As the intensity increased, she felt herself losing all control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her. Finally, she let out a final, desperate cry, collapsing into his arms, her body writhing with pleasure. The shared ecstasy hung heavy in the air, a testament to their deep connection and their mutual desire.

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